The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Just as he turned to leave, Fang remembered that the captain of the squadron, Lieutenant Chito, had just been crushed by the shell explosion, and hurriedly added: "Sir, Chief Chito has been crushed..."

Shao Zuo Toshitaro was as ruthless as ever, without the slightest hesitation, he pointed at the devil lieutenant: "From now on, you will take over the peripheral command!"

"I?"

Lieutenant Guizi was overwhelmed with great surprise. He replaced the squadron leader with the rank of lieutenant. Although his qualifications were lower than those of the other lieutenants, as long as he performed well in this battle, he might not be unable to become a regular. This is an opportunity!

"Hayi!" Before Toshotaro could speak, Lieutenant Guizi couldn't wait to express himself, he didn't even bow, and turned around and fell into the smoke.

Compared with ordinary bullets, the brick and tile structure of the landlord's compound is extremely strong. The bullets can only burst out a series of sparks, and cut off some floating dirt, which is no different from scratching itches.

The courtyard wall built of masonry faced the [-]mm high-explosive bombs, and the distance was so close that there was no need to shoot them in a straight line, and the shells blasted the courtyard wall into black holes one after another like they were destroyed. The flames continued to rise.

The ghost soldiers no longer dare to stay on the courtyard wall. Facing the deadly shells, staying on the courtyard wall is a living target. No one wants to die. They hurriedly hide in the room and hide behind the obstacles, like a rat crossing the street. .

The broken soldiers were laughing, standing behind the barricades, holding their arms behind the broken wall, smiling gloatingly, just like spectators watching the solid landowner's compound collapse under the bombardment and razed to the ground, their hearts never Living so comfortably is even happier than eating meat during Chinese New Year.

The barrel of the Type [-] infantry gun erected on the street was already hot to the touch, and Yang Ling's ears were buzzing, repeating movements like an automatic machine. He liked this feeling, and he didn't even bother to look at the collapsed courtyard wall , he is still booming.

The rout soldiers gloated over the fun, and they also liked this feeling. They liked watching the screams of the devils being blasted to the point of crying, and the sound of the courtyard wall collapsing. They linger.

In this rumbling battlefield, perhaps the only calm person is the company commander Wu Jiang. He is leaning against the cold dirt wall, with a blood-stained cigarette in his mouth, smashing it and smoking it, looking at Liu Yidao Kicked away the empty ammunition box, went to open another box, and remained silent.

Wu Jiang is a person who has endured hardships. Poverty makes him plan carefully no matter what he does, saving bullets and food, and he is even reluctant to change a military uniform that has been washed white.

But now seeing Yang Ling wasting boxes of shells like a prodigal son, he couldn't stop him. Anyway, they belonged to devil soldiers, so they couldn't take them away, so it's better to blast them all out. He felt that devils should have a taste of these shells. .

"Reload!" The shells shattered the wooden door of the landlord's compound. Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at the half of the wall on the left that was riddled with holes.

"No more—" Liu Yidao helplessly spread his hands towards Yang Ling.

"I said reload!" Yang Ling's ears were buzzing, but he didn't hear Liu Yidao's words, so he continued to repeat.

Grabbing the empty box, Liu Yidao approached and shouted, "It's all gone, it's gone!"

Seeing the empty ammunition box, and then looking back at the collapsed courtyard wall filled with gunpowder smoke, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sense of loss. Is this the end?He hasn't had a good time yet.

"Old Wu, Qin Shou, you lead an assault!" Yang Ling quickly re-entered the state, no longer an artillery soldier, but a commander of the army.

Wu Jiang snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it on the ground and stepped into the soil with his feet, grabbed the [-] rifle leaning against the wall, and stood up from behind the broken wall.

"One row of gaps, two rows of gates, and three rows on the right!"

"Machine gun cover!"

The rout soldiers leaned out from their hiding places one after another, slid along the wall with their guns in hand, and rushed towards the landlord's compound where the gunpowder smoke had not yet cleared.

Wujiang and the others took cover and advanced, and soon reached the wall of the landlord's compound. It was dark inside, filled with gunpowder smoke, and they couldn't see anything.

"There is no movement here, the little devils are probably dead, right?" A squad leader looked inside and muttered softly.

"Throw two mines to explore the way—" Wu Jiang hid behind the broken wall, stretched out his hand to untie the grenade hanging from his body, and said that he had already thrown the smoking grenade in.

Rumbling—the explosion rang out in the yard, and the fragile walls that shook the ground could no longer hold up and collapsed. The turbulent smoke and dust rushed to the surroundings, and Wu Jiang and the others rubbed their noses.

"on!"

There was a dead silence in the yard, and there was no response to throwing a grenade. Wu Jiang Sizhu decisively ordered an assault after a few seconds.

Several rout soldiers grabbed their guns, stood up suddenly, and rushed in along the blasted gap without hesitation.

Da-da-da-da-da-

Puff puff——Blood spattered everywhere. Just as a few rout soldiers rushed to the gap, gunshots rang out in the courtyard, and they fell into the courtyard wailing.

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The surviving devils relied on the house deep in the yard to resist, machine guns came out of the windows, and the few rout soldiers who had just rushed in were knocked down as soon as they met each other, and the others shrank back in fright.

"Company...company commander, my stomach hurts..."

A broken soldier was shot and fell on the rubble of the gap, his stomach was bubbling with blood, looking at the company commander Wu Jiang who was close at hand behind the broken wall, his mouth was open and his face was full of pain.

Wu Jiang stretched out his hand to pull such a broken soldier from the gap to rescue him, but just as he stretched out his hand to grab his hand, the machine gun of the ghost soldier rang out again.

The gap in the courtyard wall that was exposed by the gun was blown with smoke and dust, Wu Jiang's face was spattered with blood, and the seriously injured broken soldier had several blood holes in his body, and he died with his eyes open.

"Fuck your grandma's little devil!" A squad leader of the defeated soldiers next to him roared angrily, pulled the bolt of his gun and shot towards the yard, and immediately received a series of bullets to counterattack.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, Wu Jiang dragged the squad leader to the ground and escaped a catastrophe.

"Don't be impulsive! Say hello with a grenade!" Wu Jiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he ordered loudly.

The rout soldiers angrily smashed all the remaining grenades into the yard. The explosion rumbled like an earthquake.

"Old Wu, the devil's machine gun is in the house, and the grenade can't be thrown in, so it doesn't work." The company commander Qin Shou Mao leaned over to Wu Jiang's side and spoke.

Wu Jiang lost his mind for a while, looked at the company commander Qin Shou and said: "It will be dawn, we must end the battle as soon as possible."

"Company commander, let me lead someone to charge!" A platoon leader challenged with red eyes.

Qin Shou gave a stinky meal all over his head and face: "You fucker, you are going to die!"

The platoon leader turned his head resentfully, looked at the yard unwillingly, and stopped talking.

Wu Jiang asked: "Company Commander Qin, what good solution do you have?"

Qin Shou glanced at Wu Jiang, hesitated for a few seconds and then replied: "There is a way, it's hard to say if it's good or not."

"As long as you can take down the devil, it's a good way."

Qin Shou said viciously, "I mean burn them to death."

Wu Jiang was taken aback, he didn't expect Qin Shou's move to be so bad, after thinking for a moment, murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded.

Seeing Wu Jiang nodding, Qin Shou showed a smile on his face. He was worried that Wu Jiang would not agree, after all, the burning of a living person was somewhat damaging.

"Brothers, light all the fires that can be lit for me, as far as you can!" Qin Shou began to yell murderously.

The flames started from a pile of firewood, and then began to spread towards the wooden door and window frames. The flames rose and thick smoke billowed.

"What are they doing?" Yang Dashu muttered to himself, seeing that the commando in front did not attack, but started playing with fire, and looked at Yang Ling puzzled.

Yang Ling looked at the burning and spreading fire, without any expression on his stern face, and ordered: "Throw everything that can be ignited into the yard!"

Following Yang Ling's order, countless wooden benches and weeds began to fly into the landlord's compound, and the fire became more and more intense, illuminating half of the sky.

Shotaro Higashi, the devil's young master, thought that occupying a few strong houses would be able to hold out until dawn, but when he saw the flames rising in the yard, he immediately felt bad.